Hi Everyone. My name is Jacob and I became a member of this forum today and this is my first post.
Sometimes I write because it's the only channel for me to express my feelings and thoughts. For quite a while I have been ill. Thoughts and feelings chases my mind every minute of the day. I thought it would help me if I share some of my thoughts with people.
I call this set of words "The tigers tail".
'Cause my infected mind cannot see,
are the flowers still alive or does things
just move less dynamically?
If bright black suns and lakes of blood
are the only things I can see, then I
think my brain has failed me.
I try to figure out why all my impressions
are filtered through this distorted lens.
Now I've realized that the more I try,
the weaker I get, and in the end, even
heaven and hell makes sense.
"Grab the tiger by the tail", the Devil said
to the infected mind. "Hence, you can
never let go until the beast dies." With iron
claws it did as told, and all the sudden
you realize that you're covered in stripes.
When the fear is right upon myself, as
clear as the order of the encyclopedia on my
shelf. I try to reason to the conscious part
of my mind, that all of this terror can be
left behind.